Don’t Deny Me: Part Two Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    “A super sexy one.” Mick’s tongue traced a pattern on her skin.
    Her nipples had gone hard at the first press of his teeth on her flesh, but at this gentle touch, they felt as though they could cut glass. Between her legs, heat pooled. The lace of her panties pressed her impertinently every time she moved—and she couldn’t bring herself to care, even though she could feel herself getting wet enough to soak them.
    She murmured his name. He laughed against her neck and pushed himself against her, then went still. They stayed that way for a long moment. Alice timed their breathing, in and out, until it synced. She didn’t want to move.
    Mick’s fingers squeezed her hips, then drifted a little lower to her thighs. Helplessly, Alice arched. She wanted his mouth on her neck again. His hands on every other place. And Mick obliged as though she’d spoken aloud, commanding him, though all she’d done was sigh. One of his hands went to the small of her back. The other inched up the hem of her dress.
    Alice shuddered. Her nails dug into his shoulders. When he nibbled again on her throat, her entire body jerked.
    She wanted him. Truth was, she’d wanted him since almost the first moment she’d seen him, even though he’d been sullen and grouchy at the time. The wanting, Alice knew from experience, often went away the longer she knew a guy. Little things like the sound of him chewing or how he answered the phone or his views on which way the toilet paper roll should be hung could destroy any semblance of lust. With Mick though, nothing had worn away the edges of her desire to make them soft. Instead, everything about him had honed the wanting to a razor’s edge, and it sliced her open now. Made her raw with hunger for him.
    The shuffle of feet behind him moved them apart from each other like they’d been attached to uncoiling springs. It would’ve been too late to hide what they’d been doing if Jay had been paying attention, but the look on his face said he was too wrapped up in his own drama to have noticed what he’d walked in on. He saw them, of course, and since he’d already talked with Alice about her and Mick he might easily have guessed, but clearly he wasn’t in the mood to care.
    “Hey,” Alice said, pushing Mick gently to the side. “What’s up? You okay?”
    “Didn’t feel good.” Jay went to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of water. He filled a glass and drank it without looking at either one of them.
    Alice looked at Mick, who shrugged. She looked at Jay, whose shoulders had slumped. Friendship or fucking, she thought, wishing she and Mick had gone to his bedroom ten minutes ago. With a sigh, she squeezed Mick’s shoulder.
    “Want to talk about it?” she asked Jay.
    Mick took a step back from her, eyes on hers, mouth quirked on one side. “I’m going to head to bed. ‘Night.”
    Jay turned as Mick left, so Alice didn’t watch him go. She looked at her friend, his face pale. Circles below his eyes.
    “You look like shit. Are you going to puke?”
    “No. Feel like it, though.” Jay lowered his voice and looked at the glass of water in his hand. He poured it down the sink and rinsed the glass, then put it in the drainer. His shoulders slumped again.
    Shit. He might actually be crying. Alice put her arm around his shoulders. “Talk to me, Jay. Is it Paul?”
    Jay nodded.
    Double shit, she thought, but waited for her friend to speak. He didn’t at first. They stood in the kitchen in silence, until finally he turned to face her.
    “He’s not going to ask me to move in with him.” The words clearly stuck in his throat, but he forced them out. He even managed to give her a wobbly smile. “I’m not even sure he’s not going to break up with me at the end of the weekend. I think he’s just holding off because he’s here with me.”
    “Gross, Jay. Why would he do that?”
    “So he doesn’t make it awkward.” Jay grimaced. “Because Bernie’s my friend, not